San Fu

"How did you do it?" Jiang Kuo looked at the kaleidoscope, turning it slowly little by little, looking at the photos of himself with golden glitter in different shapes, basically a head, "only the head is cut off in the photo I can figure it out, but why is it so small?"

"It's made of heat-shrinkable film," Duan Feifan said, "It's the kind of custom-made design, arrange the version for the seller, print it and send it to you..."

"You don't need to go into such details." Jiang Kuo laughed while watching.

"Five yuan a piece," Duan Feifei said, "and the material package."

"Why did you bring a quotation?" Jiang Kuo laughed even harder, "What do you mean by the material package?"

"Material kits are some small tools and materials. They are bought by others to make pendants, earrings, and key chains," Duan Feifei said. I bought a material package, but I didn't look carefully and bought the wrong one..."

"What did you buy?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Earrings," Duan Feihua couldn't help being happy as he said, "a bunch of earrings and earplugs..."

Jiang Kuo laughed out loud.

Holding the kaleidoscope and looking at it for a while, he turned his head and looked at Duan Feifan: "Why?"

"Huh?" Duan Feifei responded, sitting sideways on the sofa, resting his head on his arm, staring at him.

"Why did you send something suddenly? It's still like this..." Jiang Kuo looked at the kaleidoscope in his hand, "So romantic."

"Romantic?" Duan Feifei asked.

"It's quite romantic," Jiang Kuo said, "You've always been a very romantic person."

"Now this part should be after the meal," Duan Feifei said, "After the meal, the stars will come out. I'll tell you when the two of us lean here together to watch the stars."

"Then let's talk now?" Jiang Kuo asked, "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until the meal is over."

"Jiang Kuo," Duan Feifei said softly, "I didn't think too much before I asked you out for dinner, and I didn't even think about giving you a gift. I was so anxious that I didn't think about anything else..."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo didn't speak, but just responded, leaning on the sofa and looking at him.

"I wanted to ask," Duan Feifei paused, "Is there a deadline for us to take a step back? If so, how long? If not, to what extent."

"There is no deadline." Jiang Kuo said softly.

"I think so too," Duan Feifei said, "There is no deadline for this, maybe it will be soon, maybe it will be like this... I thought you would say break up."

"If I say break up," Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows, "you will agree, and then there will be no more. You are afraid of breaking up and looking forward to the day of breaking up."

"Fuck." Duan Feifei said.

"Backing back a little bit was the only way I could think of," Jiang Kuo said, "but I don't know how to do it myself."

The waiter came over with a steaming hot pot. Seeing their attitude, he stopped at the door.

"It's okay." Duan Feifei said.

The waiter put the hot pot on the table, turned on the fire and left it quickly.

Jiang Kuo kept looking at Duan Feifan without leaving his eyes.

"I am now..." Duan Feifei spoke again, "I don't know what to do, some problems are caused by my personality, and I may not be able to correct them so quickly..."

"It's not necessary to solve any problems," Jiang Kuo said, "It's just that we have room to feel when we have a distance. We have no process at all, so we are forced to think about how to do and what to do when we are in love every day. , there is no room to feel at all.”

"Yes." Duan Feifei smiled, "I feel it every day these days."

"What do you feel?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I feel..." Duan Feifei paused, reached out to take a sip of the water on the table, and cleared his throat when he leaned back on the sofa, "Maybe it's a little nauseous, but..."

Two waiters came in with dishes.

Duan Feifei sighed.

"At 09:30 there is a performance at our outdoor bar," said a waiter, "you can go and see it."

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo said.

After the waiter went out, Duan Feifei took a breath, and without waiting for Jiang Kuo to turn his head to look at him, he said in succession: "I didn't think about being with you at first, but if you want to, I will work hard to be together, I think You will leave one day, although I am reluctant but I will accept it, that is how I am prepared... as long as you are not wronged during the time we are together."

Jiang Kuo turned his head.

"Actually, I'm not sure that you won't leave now, but... I can feel that you don't want to leave. This feeling is very solid. I may not completely return to the original Duan in front of you, very ordinary," Duan Fei Fei said, "But do you understand that kind of down-to-earth? I won't keep assuming that you will leave one day if you can't stand it anymore. I know you won't... I won't get along with you on the premise that you won't be wronged. Of course, I don't mean to make you feel wronged..."

"Understood," Jiang Kuo said softly, "I understand everything."

"And now... how should I put it, I won't let you go, crying and shouting to stop you, I will stop you... I will be upset, I will be nervous, I will be jealous, and I will want you Stay with me, just sit next to me, be in a daze, sleep, whatever you want, thinking that I can't help asking you, come here, stay here," Duan Feifei frowned, speaking quickly, "These are just what I feel. There is no deadline, and no matter what level it will reach in the end. It is just like this now. Only when I take a step back, do I know how reluctant I am..."

Jiang Kuo sniffed, and quickly wiped his fingers over his eyes.

"I just want to say today, I don't care what the step-back process should be like, I will do what I want to do now," Duan Feifei touched his bag with his hand back, "I want to say..."

Jiang Kuo looked at his hands.

"Wait a minute," Duan Feihua said, turning around, opened the top of the bag, stuck his head down, buried his whole face in the bag, and a voice came out of the bag, "Wait a minute..."

Jiang Kuo's nose was a little sore, but now he looked at Duan Feifan's appearance and suddenly wanted to laugh. He tried hard not to laugh out loud in such a warm and romantic atmosphere.

Duan Feifei rustled again, then pulled his head out of the bag, turned around abruptly, with a rose in his mouth.

Jiang Kuo was stunned.

Although this spit...no, it's not the first time he has seen the scene of holding a rose in his mouth. At this moment, he even suspects that Duan Feifei is determined to keep this link as a symbolic scene in the relationship between the two of them...

Even so, he was still shocked when he saw it again, trying hard to control his facial expression so as not to laugh on the spot.

During the stalemate, Duan Feifei took a breath and probably wanted to speak, but Rose's head suddenly fell apart, probably because it was thrown out of the bag and knocked on the head, and the petals fell off in an instant. There is only a bunch of stamens left.

Jiang Kuo couldn't control himself any longer, he collapsed on the sofa and burst out laughing wildly.

"Fuck." Duan Feifei cursed with an empty stick in his mouth.

Jiang Kuo couldn't stop laughing, tears filled his eyes.

"Wait," Duan Feifei spat out the empty pole, "I still have plan B."

Jiang Kuo took a look and found that Duan Feifan still remembered to remove all the thorns on the pole this time, so he laughed and shouted: "Ah..."

Duan Feifei quickly plunged into the bag again, carefully pulled out his head, and then turned his head again and again.

This time the rose did not fall off, because he carefully pulled off the small net bag on the head of the rose after turning his head.

"Your uncle!" Jiang Kuo smiled and expressed shock at his planB.

"Jiang Kuo," Duan Feifei said, "the only thing I want to do now is to tell you..."

Jiang Kuo rubbed his face, slowly stopped laughing, and stared at him.

"I like you very much. I can't tell when it started." Duan Feifei took the rose from his mouth, "There are many uncertain things, but one thing that is certain is enough. I like you very much. , I also like the feeling of being with you, relaxed, comfortable, like your character, like your appearance and... figure, like everything about you, including your money."

Jiang Kuo laughed and hooked his fingers: "Won't you give me the flowers?"

"Let's be officially together." Duan Feifei put the flowers in his hand.

"Okay." Jiang Kuo held the flower tightly and agreed without thinking.

Applause suddenly came from the door, warm but sparse.

Jiang Kuo was startled, and when he turned his head, he was shocked to find that there were two waiters standing outside the tent, pushing a trolley full of vegetables, and clapping together.

"...Fuck me." Jiang Kuo whispered at the beginning.

"Thank you," Duan Feifei waved to the waiter, "Come on."

The waiter pushed the trolley in, put it next to the table, and said on the way out: "Have a nice meal, both of you."

"I thought they were going to say that the two have been together for a hundred years." Jiang Kuo said.

"Yes." Duan Feifei slapped his thigh and stood up.

Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"You two come back!" Duan Feifei shouted and walked out of the tent.

"Hey!" Jiang Kuo jumped up in fright and grabbed him, "Why are you going?"

"Let the two of them come back and tell us that we will be together for a hundred years," Duan Feifei said, "otherwise we will be unhappy!"

"You're insane!" Jiang Kuo pushed him into a chair and sat down, then poked his head out to look around. Fortunately, the waiter walked quickly.

Although if the person really came back, he believed that with Duan Feifan's "social" ability, he would definitely be able to turn embarrassment into selling sauced beef.

"Let's eat," Duan Feifei said, "I ordered a set meal for four."

"...Why order four people?" Jiang Kuo sat down.

"I also want the environment to be a little bit special, and I also want to be less familiar with my relatives," Duan Feifan said, "but his house is too cheap, and the hot pot set meal for two is [-], which is a bit far away from the lack of recognition of my relatives, so I ordered a The set meal for four is [-]."

"Isn't it because [-] for four people is more cost-effective than [-] for two people?" Jiang Kuo asked, "If you can't finish eating, you can take it back and share it with the model group."

"I didn't think too much about it, I just wanted it to be more expensive." Duan Feifei laughed, "But there is no alcohol today, I have to drive, if you want to drink..."

"Don't drink," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "Drink."

"Yeah." Duan Feifei poured two glasses of juice from the cart, and raised his glass to him.

Jiang Kuo took the cup, touched him, and took a sip with his head down.

"Don't you need to say something?" Duan Feifei asked.

"What you just said," Jiang Kuo smiled, "is enough to touch a hundred times."

"I feel... I didn't speak comprehensively enough," Duan Feifei said, "I didn't fully express what I thought, maybe I was too nervous..."

"I can understand it," Jiang Kuo said. "If you want to think of something, you can talk about it later. There is plenty of time."

"Is it nasty?" Duan Feifei asked.

"It's not nasty," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm almost in tears."

"This standard is a bit low," Duan Feifei said, "You're quite a crybaby."

"Don't act like you haven't cried before." Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue.

Duan Feifei smiled and looked at him without saying a word.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Kuo also looked at him, "Don't you want to eat?"

"I'm thinking about it." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo boiled a piece of meat and put it in a bowl, then stopped.

"Huh? You eat," Duan Feifei picked up the chopsticks, "I won't relish it."

"No," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "Duan Feifan."

"Here." Duan Feifei said.

"I like the feeling now," Jiang Kuo said, "At the beginning, I didn't know what we should do to take this step back, and what to do after the retreat is the desired result, but as it is now, just very good."

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

"I also know that some things can't be fully adjusted in such a short period of time," Jiang Kuo said, "but we have all tasted the sweetness and know what is a comfortable posture..."

"Huh?" Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue.

"You continue." Duan Feifei said with a smile.

"I will walk in this direction in the future." Jiang Kuo said, "I'm done."

Duan Feifei paused for a while, put down his chopsticks, and leaned on the table to reach him.

Jiang Kuo sat still and looked at him.

Duan Feifei tried his best to explore forward for a long time, but in the end he was so scorched by the heat of the hot pot in the middle that he had to retreat.

"Aren't I worthy of you coming over and kissing me!" Jiang Kuo couldn't help questioning.

"Fuck," Duan Feifei pulled the chair away, "Don't I think it looks more romantic and beautiful with your head outstretched? You can see our shadows outside."

"Really?" Jiang Kuo glanced at the tent immediately, "Are you so happy that you want to perform for others?"

"Yeah." Duan Feifei came over and pulled the back of his chair.

He turned Jiang Kuo's chair around half a circle and faced him face to face.

"It's quite strong?" Jiang Kuo hooked the corner of his mouth.

"Desire makes people strong." Duan Feifei glanced at the door of the tent, leaned on the back of the chair, leaned over, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

Jiang Kuo looked at him.

Duan Feifan's breath was warmer than the hot air coming from the hot pot, and he rushed to his face, and then wrapped a kiss on his lips.

The kiss didn't last very long, but when Duan Feifei's lips left, Jiang Kuo still felt a little out of breath.

While he was busy breathing, he subconsciously glanced out the door, and had the illusion that two waiters would be there to applaud them.

"Don't look, I won't applaud again," Duan Feifei said, "I'll just whisper around."

Jiang Kuo smiled and took out the piece of meat that was just boiled in the bowl and put it in the bone dish, ready to boil a piece again.

"...Give it to me," Duan Feifei stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the piece of meat, "Is there 3 minutes before this can't be eaten?"

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Give me all of this in the future," Duan Feifan said, "I can eat it after two hours, and I can eat it hot the next day."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and ate a piece of meat again.

"Why aren't you talking?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Say," Jiang Kuo said, "I want to hear you talk."

"What?" Duan Feifei took a sip of the soup.

"Whatever, just say those bullshit," Jiang Kuo said, "It's very comfortable to listen to."

"What is your hobby?" Duan Feifei thought for a while, "Give me a head start. I'm not a chatterbox either, and bullshit must have a theme."

"You just said that you like my money," Jiang Kuo smiled, "Is that true?"

"...Well," Duan Feifei laughed and leaned back in the chair, "But I just found out how much money you have in the morning, and I confessed it tonight... Hiss——"

Duan Feifei frowned: "It sounds a bit like a conspiracy."

"Is it such an obvious conspiracy?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Actually, I have thought about it seriously," Duan Feifei looked at him, "I like many things about you, such as your different personality, different behavior style, and different temperament. From some aspects, it is also because of you. The family has money."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"But you have to have parents like President Jiang and his wife." Duan Feifei said.

"I won't convey it to Boss Jiang," Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue, "Don't flatter him."

"I'll just tell the truth." Duan Feifei smiled.

Jiang Kuo didn't eat too much of this meal, he felt a little excited, completely lost his appetite, but drank two gulps of juice.

The waiter took all the things away and packed the remaining dishes. The two of them fell on the sofa and looked at the night sky above the tent.

"The stars are coming out," Jiang Kuo said.

"There are quite a lot." Duan Feifei raised his phone, tuned it for a long time, and took a picture.

"Want to go to the show?" Jiang Kuo asked, "I heard music."

"Do you want to go?" Duan Feifei put down his phone, reached behind Jiang Kuo, opened his clothes, and touched his back lightly.

"I don't want to go." Jiang Kuo stopped breathing, this familiar yet unfamiliar excitement rushed from his back to his whole body in an instant, and his fingertips felt a little numb.

"Then watch the stars here?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "This feeling now..."

Duan Feifei's hand touched his back again, from his back to his waist, and back again.

"If you want this," Jiang Kuo turned to look at him, "I think it's best to go home."

"Huh?" Duan Feifei paused, then stood up with a wave of his hand, took the bag and threw it on his shoulder, "Let's go."

"Ah?" Jiang Kuo didn't react.

"Go home." Duan Feifei said.

"The tenth floor?" Jiang Kuo asked immediately.

"En." Duan Feifei looked at him.

"It's been a long time since I cleaned it up," Jiang Kuo said.

"I'll clean it up and give you a spotless room in half an hour," Duan Feifan said, "Of course, you can go back to 107, as long as Ding Zhe doesn't smash the door..."

"Tenth floor!" Jiang Kuo laughed.